Khaleesi

“Is everything alright?” Her dad asked as he heard weird noises on the other end of the call.

“Yeah,” she groaned again, fighting with her car door trying to get it closed and locked.

All she heard was a sigh coming from her father as she finally slammed her car door shut. “Just promise me that you won’t end up living with the cockroaches in this stupid adventure of yours.”

“Papa,” she started walking towards the diner, “the day I see a cockroach anywhere close to where I sleep, is the day Vittorio will come pick me up in a sports car and drive me back to your beautiful mansion.” 

He laughed at her, “okay baby. Hopefully the cockroaches come soon then, so you can stop with this stupid idea.” 

Her father was one of the most well known people in the criminal underworld, he knew everyone, and somehow everyone owed some kind of favor to him, and in their world that made him important. That was the world she had grown up in, and it was the world she decided she wanted to separate from, and that was how she found herself in the middle of nowhere in California.

The back door to the diner creaked as she pushed it open, letting her coworkers know she just walked in. “I need to go to work, dad. Thanks for the support,” she said sarcastically. 

“Good luck with the waitress thing,” he told her before hanging up. 

As soon as she had punched in and had found a working pen she was on the floor, taking people’s orders and sweet talking them into leaving bigger tips. 

She had been working at Charming’s diner for a couple of weeks now, which meant she started to get to know the regulars and getting to know them is how she knew something was off as soon as the bell on top on the door rang with new customers. Some of the chatter died down as the sound of heavy footsteps rang through the diner, and footsteps went straight to her section of the diner.

The booth closer to her was now filled, with three men all dressed in leather. An older man with greying hair and a goatee, a man with shaved head and tattoos on either side of a short mohawk, and a blonde man that sat to the side, a stark white patch adorned his leather vest, “PRESIDENT” spelled out on the patch.  

“Hi guys, how are you today?” She asked them as she approached the table.

“We’re great darlin’, how about you?” The blonde one smiled at her.

“I’m good. What can I get for you guys?” She asked.

“We’ll take three beers and some fries, sweetheart,” the Scottish man ordered.

She wrote their order down, “alright, I’ll be right back.” As she turned around to ring in their order she could feel their eyes on her back.

All three men watched as the new waitress walked away, “didn’t know there was a new lass workin’  here,” Chibs was the first one to break the silence.

“If I knew I would be eating here all week,” Juice laughed, his eyes still on the waitress. 

“Yeeah,” Jax agreed, his eyes still trained on her. Chibs noticed how Jax was looking at her. There was lust in his eyes, sure, that must have been the prettiest girl that had walked around Charming in a long time, but there was also a curious look in the president’s eyes.

“You alright there Jackie?” Chibs laughed and Jax finally turned from the waitress, who was now at another table, to his friends.

“Yeah, I was just-,” Jax started but not even him knew why he was so mesmerized by the waitress. 

“It’s okay man,” Juice said, “she’s really hot,” he arched his brows and looked at her again.

“Yeah,” was all Jax said.

A few minutes passed by and the bikers were back to discussing their plans for the next run. Until the waitress walked to their table again. 

“Here’s your fries,” she said as she put the plate on their table. Jax’s attention went to her hand as it lowered the plate on the table, a tattoo of a back snake wrapped around her wrist. 

“Nice ink,” he gestured toward her wrist. 

“Thanks, it’s a family thing,” she told him. “You guys want more beer?” 

“We have family ink too,” Juice happily told her.

“Yeah, more beers please sweetheart,” the blonde told her.

“Nice,” she responded to Juice before walking away.

Chibs arched his brows and laughed at his brother, “Really Juicy boy?”

“What?” Juice shrugged his shoulders while still smiling, “nothin’ wrong with relating to a pretty girl.”

With a shrug of his shoulders Jax smirked, “he ain’t wrong,” he agreed with Juice, taking a sip of his beer.

The bikers' eyes followed her until she was behind the counter, counting money, putting orders in or doing wherever else waitresses do when they’re not talking to customers. Jax was really intrigued by this waitress, she really had to be one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen, what the fuck was someone like that doing in Charming? 

 One of the other waitresses approached her behind the counter. “Are they hitting on you?” Tracy asked.

“Not yet. But you know how men are,” she shrugged her shoulders while she typed her other table’s orders in, “but it’s nothing I can handle.” 

“Be careful with them, they’re Sons,” Tracy warned her colleague.

She looked back at Tracy confused, “sons of who?”

“Sons of Anarchy,” Tracy rolled her eyes, “it’s a motorcycle gang from town,” she said as if it was obvious, “I can’t believe you don’t know about them.” 

“Of course the town I chose to move to is a gang town,” she spoke, but more to herself than with Tracy, “just my luck,” she whispered.

The rest of her shift was normal, the bikers went as quickly as they came, and the diner filled up with customers as the day went on. Working was never something she had to do before coming to Charming, and even though she had known her life was not normal before, it was like her brain couldn’t comprehend how tiring a real 9 to 5 could be until she had started working at the diner. When the end of the day came she didn’t even feel tired anymore, all she felt was desire to go home, but her crappy car had other plans.

As she pulled on her door handle the it moved with a weird noise but the door stayed closed. She huffed, setting her stuff on the roof of the car, then she gave the door another tug. “This fucking door. First you won’t close now you won’t open,” she spoke angrily at her door. She tried again, this time with both hands on the handle, she gave another hard tug.

“Jesus darlin’,”she heard a familiar voice behind her, “you need some help with that?” Once she turned around she saw the blonde biker from earlier, but this time he had two kids with him, he was holding one of the kids in one arm while the other boy held his free hand.

 “Back so soon,” she gave the door one last pull, and it finally gave in. “She’s just temperamental,” she pats the door, giving the biker her full attention now.

“The boys wanted milkshakes,” he explained as he lifted the little boy’s hand that he was holding. “And if you want help with the door, you can come by the garage tomorrow,” she gave him a confused look, “we have a repair shop on Radford ave, take the car there tomorrow,” he smiled at her. The waitress had been all around the world traveling and meeting people, but she had never met someone with a smile like this biker’s.

She smiled at him, “thanks, but no thanks. I may have spent more than I should this month, maybe I’ll splurge on the stupid door next month,” she tossed her stuff on the passenger seat.

“If it's just something that’s caught up on the door we won’t charge anything for it,” he told her as the little boy in his arm blabbered something incoherent. 

“You should go get them their milkshakes,” she sat on her driver’s seat. “Can he even have milkshakes?” She looked at the younger of the boys.

“A sip won’t kill him,” he laughed, “I’m Jax, by the way,” he finally introduced himself, the charming smile never left his face.

“Nice to meet you Jax,” she waved at him and the boys before she drove off.

It was a hot day in Charming and thankfully Teller-Morrow Automotive wasn’t that full, but the patio that the garage shared with the club house was crawling with people. The Sons of Anarchy were celebrating one of their brothers getting out of prison, and coincidently some members of another charter were in town, so everyone knew that this would be one of their biggest celebrations this year. 

Juice was sitting on a picnic table while he watched the prospects carry boxes of alcohol and some food inside of the club house, he was their self appointed supervisor, which meant he watched and drank beer. His attention left the prospects when an unknown car pulled up into the repair shop, the blue sedan stopped closer to the garage office and the passenger door opened, to Juice’s surprise the pretty waitress from the diner hopped off the car. Short shorts and a loose shirt and suddenly she was prettier than ever. Just as Juice jumped off the table Jax walked out of the club and his eyes immediately found the waitress and a smirk found its way into his face. 

“Holy shit,” Jax said as he walked by the picnic table, his eyes never left the girl, who was now inside of the garage talking to a mechanic. 

“Have we ever been this lucky?” Juice asked Jax.

“Not luck brother,” he patted Juice on the back, both of them still looking at her, “I told her if she needed help with her car we could help her.” Jax’s playful tone told Juice exactly what he needed to know. “I got this,” Jax gave him a knowing look and started walking towards the garage. 

In the garage, she had just finished explaining to the mechanic her door problem when both of them heard heavy steps behind them. The man behind them called the mechanic’s name which made both of them turn around and look for the caller.

There he stood, a lazy smile, hand in pocket and those eyes, the eyes that wouldn't leave her. “Hey Jax,” the mechanic greeted him.

“Hey Carl. My friend told you the problems she’s been having with the car?” The president asked and the mechanic nodded.

Carl knew Jax enough to know that the president wanted him out of the conversation as soon as possible, so he took the car keys from her, “I’ll take a look at your door,” with which he walked away from the two. 

There was one thing that stayed the same, in her old world of money and meetings with important people, or in this new simpler world she had chosen: the lengths men would go to to impress a beautiful woman. And this was no different, but at least Jax was not bad to look at, and she wouldn't have to pretend to be interested. She really had been trying to live an honest life, one where she didn’t have to depend on anyone, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt to take the hot biker’s offer and get her car fixed. 

“I was startin’ to think you wouldn’t come to get that fixed,” he pointed out.

“I was just taking my time, thinking your offer over,” she smiled at him.

 “You know, you never told me your name,” Jax told her.

 Her name was like honey to his ears just like her smile was something else, “thanks for taking a look at my car. The door was starting to really piss me off.”

Jax laughed at her honesty, “don’t worry darlin’, we’ll fix your door.” He moved closer to her, her name leaving his mouth sweetly, “y’know, we’re having a party at the club house later today,” he motioned to the club house, with his head, “if you wanna come, meet new people.”

She looked at the leather clad man walking around, clearly getting the place ready for later. “Celebrating someone getting out of prison?” Jax’s eyes widened at how accurate  her guess was, but he nodded, there was no point in lying. She laughed at his reaction and started walking backwards towards the exit, “thanks, but I promised my dog I would hang out with her today. Maybe some other time,” she looked at the club house and the man walking around, some of which were looking at her and their president, “with less people,” she smiled again before turning around and walking out of the parking lot.